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“Some birds are not meant to be caged, that's all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure.”
Stephen King, Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption
“It always comes down to just two choices. Get busy living, or get busy dying.”
Stephen King, Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption
“Remember that hope is a good thing, Red, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.”
Stephen King, The Shawshank Redemption
“I don't have to listen to rumors about a man when I can judge him for myself.”
Stephen King, Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption
“They say The Pacific has no memory. That's where I want to live the rest of my life. A warm place with no memory.”
Stephen King, Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption
“I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up DOES rejoice. But still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend.”
Stephen King, Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption
“I hope.”
Stephen King, Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption
“Andy was the part of me they could never lock up, the part of me that will rejoice when the gates finally open for me and I walk out in my cheap suit with my twenty dollars of mad-money in my pocket. That part of me will rejoice no matter how old and broken and scared the rest of me is. I guess it's just that Andy had more of that part than me, and used it better. -Red”
Stephen King, Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption
“I hope he died of intestinal cancer in a part of the world where morphine is as of yet undiscovered.”
Stephen King, Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption
“I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend.”
Stephen King, Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption
“Anyway, as the old barrelhouse song says, My God, how the money rolled in. Norton must have subscribed to the old Puritan notion that the best way to figure out which folks God favours is by checking their bank acounts.”
Stephen King, Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption
“Some birds are not meant to be caged, that's all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild.”
Stephen King, Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption
“It always comes down to two choices; Get busy living, or get busy dying.”
Stephen King, Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption
“They found him guilty, and brother, if Maine had the death penalty, he would have done the airdance before that spring's crocuses poked their heads out of the dirt.”
Stephen King, Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption
“Dirty deeds done dirt cheap.’ – AC/DC”
Stephen King, The Shawshank Redemption
“Writing about yourself seems to be a lot like sticking a branch into clear river-water and rolling up the muddy bottom.”
Stephen King, Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption
“It goes back to what I said about Andy wearing his freedom like an invisibility coat, about how he never really developed a prison mentality. His eyes never got that dull look.”
Stephen King, Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption
“Así que, bueno, si me pides una respuesta clara a la pregunta de si intento hablarte de un hombre o de la leyenda que fue creciendo alrededor de ese hombre como lo hace la perla alrededor de un granito de arena, tendría que decirte que la respuesta está en algún punto intermedio entre hombre y leyenda. Lo único que sé a ciencia cierta es que Andy Dufresne no era como yo ni como ningún otro individuo que yo haya conocido desde que estoy en la cárcel. Entró en la cárcel con quinientos dólares en su puerta trasera, pero aquel sesudo hijo de perra logró no sé cómo entrar también con algo más. Un sentido de su propia valía, quizás, o la certeza de que al final ganaría él... o quizá fuera sólo el sentido de la libertad, dentro incluso de estos muros grises malditos. Era una especie de luz interior que llevaba consigo a todas partes. Sólo una vez le vi perder esa luz, y también eso forma parte de esta historia.”
Stephen King, Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption
“—Cuando llega la hora de la verdad, en realidad sólo existen dos tipos de hombres en el mundo —dijo Andy, protegiendo una cerilla con ambas manos ahuecadas y encendiendo un cigarrillo—. Supongamos, Red, que hubiera una casa llena de pinturas y esculturas extrañas y de bellos objetos antiguos. Y supongamos que el propietario de la casa se enterara de que un huracán espantoso avanzaba precisamente en aquella dirección. Uno de los dos tipos de hombres a que me refiero, sencillamente espera que suceda lo mejor. El huracán puede cambiar de curso, se dice a sí mismo. Ningún huracán bien pensante se atrevería jamás a destruir todos esos Rembrandts, mis dos caballos de Degas, mis Grant Wood y mis Benton. Además, Dios no lo permitiría. Y si de todos modos ocurriera lo peor, están asegurados. Ése es un tipo de hombre. El otro sencillamente supone que el huracán arrasará la casa sin más. Si el centro meteorológico anuncia que el huracán ha cambiado de curso, este individuo cree que volverá a cambiar para arrasar su casa. Este segundo tipo de individuo sabe que no existe mal alguno en esperar lo mejor, siempre que estés preparado para lo peor.
Yo también encendí un cigarrillo.
—¿Me estás diciendo que estás preparado para la eventualidad?
—Sí. Estoy preparado para el huracán.”
Stephen King, Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption
“Claro que recuerdo el nombre. Zihuatanejo. Un nombre así es demasiado bello para olvidarlo.
Estoy nerviosísimo; tan nervioso que casi no puedo sostener el lápiz en mi mano temblorosa. Creo que es el nerviosismo que sólo un hombre libre puede sentir, un hombre libre que inicia un largo viaje cuyo final es incierto.
Tengo la esperanza de que Andy esté allá.
Tengo la esperanza de poder cruzar la frontera.
Tengo la esperanza de encontrar a mi amigo y estrecharle la mano.
Tengo la esperanza de que el Pacífico sea tan azul como en mis sueños.
Tengo esperanza.”
Stephen King, Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption
“What was right with him he’d only give you a little at a time. What was wrong with him he kept bottled up inside.”
Stephen King, Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption
“It's amazing how many men remember him that way, and amazing how many men were on that work-crew when Andy Dufresne faced down Byron Hadley. I thought there were nine or ten of us, but by 1955 there must have been two hundred of us, maybe more... if you believed what you heard.”
Stephen King, Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption
“At first you can't stand those four walls, then you get so you can abide them, then you get so you accept them... and then, as your body and your mind ad your spirit adjust to life on an HO scale, you get to love them.”
Stephen King, Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption
“Some birds are not meant to be caged”
Stephen King, The Shawshank Redemption
“I have no idea to this day what those two Italian ladies were singing about. Truth is, I don’t want to know. Some things are better left unsaid. I’d like to think they were singing about something so beautiful, it can’t expressed in words, and it makes your heart ache because of it. I tell you, those voices soared higher and farther than anybody in a grey place dares to dream. It was as if some beautiful bird had flapped into our drab little cage and made these walls dissolve away, and for the briefest of moments, every last man in Shawshank felt free.”
Stephen King, Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption
“You balance off your walk through the hog-wallow against what it gains you. You choose the lesser of two evils and try to keep your good intentions in front of you.”
Stephen King, Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption
“Cuatro tragos al año... sólo actúa así alguien a quien la bebida le ha pegado muy fuerte... con fuerza suficiente para hacerle sangrar.”
Stephen King, Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption
“Te conceden la vida, te permiten vivir, y eso es precisamente lo que te impiden, lo que te quitan, o te quitan al menos todo cuanto en la vida merece la pena.”
Stephen King, Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption
“Le había dicho que se paseaba por el patio como si estuviera en una fiesta. Yo no lo habría expresado así, pero entiendo lo que quería decir. Tiene relación con lo que dije de que Andy llevaba su libertad como un abrigo invisible y con lo que dije de que nunca llegó a tener en realidad una mentalidad carcelaria. Nunca llegó a tener esa mirada obtusa. Nunca llegó a caminar como caminan los hombres cuando termina la jornada y han de volver a sus celdas para otra noche interminable... encorvados, aturdidos. Andy caminaba erguido y con paso vivo siempre, como quien se dirige a casa, donde le aguardan una buena cena hogareña y una buena mujer, y no la bazofia insípida de verduras pastosas, puré de patatas grumoso y una o dos tajadas de ese material cartilaginoso y grasiento que casi todos los presos llaman «carne de enigma»... eso y una foto de Raquel Welch en la pared.”
Stephen King, Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption
“—Zihuatanejo —lo dijo pronunciando la palabra con una lentitud musical—. Allá abajo, en México. Es un pequeño lugar que queda a unos treinta kilómetros de Playa Azul. Unos ciento sesenta kilómetros al noroeste de Acapulco, en la costa del Pacífico. ¿Sabes lo que dicen los mexicanos del Pacífico? Le dije que no lo sabía.

—Dicen que no tiene memoria. Y precisamente por eso. Red, quiero acabar allí mis días. En un lugar cálido y sin memoria.”
Stephen King, Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption

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